213 High Street: Peep Show [NOOK Book]

It was a naughty thought wasn’t it? Sophie shouldn’t even consider masturbating in the back room of the shoppe. She should wait until she got home. There, in her small house, she could take a bath, light some candles, and have a nice glass of chardonnay as she pinned up her hair and slipped into her favourite fantasy. She could. But why would she? That would just prolong the inevitable. The postman had brought a new toy. And Sophie was duty-bound to try it out and see if it actually worked. No sense selling something that might disappoint the public. She’d learned that lesson. Returns and dissatisfaction were a nightmare. Well, that was just the excuse. To tell the truth, Sophie couldn’t wait to see if The Clit Rocket actually worked. According to the sales literature she’d received from the manufacturer’s rep, the handy little device promised to deliver an orgasm that would propel her to ‘stratospheric levels of pleasure.’ Could it be? Could The Clit Rocket possibly be the holy grail of orgasmic pleasure? Well, for the sake of 213 High Street’s demanding and discerning clientele, she was always willing to find out. She grabbed a pair of scissors and sliced through the tape sealing the cardboard box. Then she pulled out the packing material and tossed them in the general direction of the rubbish can. Her youngest sister, Gracie, was the neat one. She’d sigh, but she’d clean up the mess. No sense getting a dog only to bark yourself, Sophie always told Gracie and Katie. That’s why things worked so well at 213. Gracie could organise a party for a thousand people in three point two hours. Sophie, as the middle child was adventurous and had never once coloured inside the lines. Katie, the oldest of the three, was management material through and through, or so her fancy university degree said. Even if it didn’t, Katie would be sure to tell them all, daily. Sophie just figured that Katie liked to boss people around. After tossing the rest of the paper on the floor, Sophie pulled out a smaller box and opened that, too. The packaging inside was red hot. Fireworks, in vibrant, shimmering silver exploded all over the exquisitely designed top. She opened the fire engine coloured box to reveal an innocent-enough looking toy. The vibrator part was red and shaped like a bullet. The device was cordless, which would add to the cost significantly, but for the perfect climax, the women of Widby were willing to pay nearly anything. A remote control was nestled in a satin pouch. The manufacturer, bless them, had thoughtfully provided a battery. After figuring out the intricacies of taking apart the remote device and inserting the flat, lithium disk, Sophie considered the variety of silicone sleeves that slipped over the bullet. The first surprise, actually protruded a bit, and was shaped like a mushroom. Probably as close to a realistic firework as they could get. It didn’t escape her notice that it also looked more than just a bit like the tip of a man’s cock. Another sleeve had bubble-like dots. ‘For ignitable pleasure,’ according to the printed insert. The third had ripples, or ‘Blast off Ridges’ as they were called. The marketing materials were perhaps over the top, but if she could sell the Clit Rocket, so what? Adult sex toys weren’t necessarily known for their sophistication, although the marriage of style and sensuality was definitely one that appealed to her. She sprayed the bullet with antibacterial cleaner and selected the firework sleeve. She’d start with the explosion of sensation and go from there.